Easter Morning (Plantz)

From the sea the mist floats slow­ly

While night’s ta­pers

faint and ho­ly

Fade be­yond the dawn­ing gray;

Birds with­in the nest are wak­ing;

Far above the East is break­ing

Promise of re­turn­ing day.

Seraphim who saw un­fold­ing

Earth’s first morn are now be­hold­ing

That which will all ag­es thrill—

They who sang in heav­en­ly plac­es

At His birth

and hid their fac­es

From His shame

with awe are still.

For be­hold where they have laid Him—

Empty is the tomb they made Him—

Death lies con­quered at His feet.

See

He waits to greet the morn­ing

Fairest thing the earth adorn­ing

All love’s sac­ri­fice com­plete.

Miracle of love that giv­eth

Life from death

be­cause He liv­eth;

O

the crown of vic­to­ry;

That

while an­gels fall before Him

Human hearts can best ad­ore Him!

He is ris­en

soul

for thee!